11-15-2018, 11:59 AM
[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family: calibri;"]Des stood by idly as the banter slid easily off of Hawke, listening but not bothering to interfere for lack of engagement. He could shove his ass in and pretend like the conversation could pertain to him, but he could equally well sit back and observe, if only to get a further feel for both sides. To say he knew anything about his own clanmates would be a lie - he was gone more than he was present, off hidden somewhere on the beach where he had made his hut, or not even on the territory to begin with and instead wandering between the Typhoon and Sunhaven. He knew even less about the stranger (Hawke. He had to start remembering names fast if he wanted to get anywhere in life) other than that his mouth was quick and his mind seemingly quicker. Des liked a challenge, though. The sharper the quips the more fun it was, if kept to decent terms and was mostly light hearted. He didn’t much appreciate taunting and jabs towards his personal life if he could avoid it.
But the attention was promptly returned to him, and Des’ gaze remained warm regardless of his unwillingness to give Hawke any positive reaction towards his attempts. He seemed to get the message, if not the whole context behind it, and regardless if he stopped because he cared or because it didn’t seem worth the trouble, he let the topic drop. The advances ceased, and with that Desperado’s shoulders sagged in obvious, if minute, relief. The lopsided grin became less teeth and more smile once again, especially when Hawke’s further statements proved just how quick his mind and ability to entertain were. It was a welcome distraction. ”Pardon my manners but you don’t seem to be one who cares much about what’s socially acceptable. If you’re worth it then go right ahead and compliment yourself, and tell anyone too stuck up and worried about societal norms to mind their business.” Hell, flirting wasn’t his strong suite and he didn’t much like it, but compliments were free to give regardless of sexual or romantic interest. ”Gotta admit, you don’t look bad yourself. ‘S why I’d hate for you to waste it on someone like me.”
It seemed like he wasn’t done, though, and a sharp laugh that surprised even him escaped Des’ throat at the comment. ”I’ll trust you on that one - would hate to make the mistake of asking you to elaborate,” he didn’t want to or need to know what strange fetishes others engaged in when he was hardly interested in even the vanilla. ”I’m sure there’s someone out there for you to engage in it with, though. We’ve got an entire slew of people here who’s tastes are as vast as the damn ocean.”
He wasn’t sure if he was going to start regretting his life decisions any time soon, or if Hawke would become too unbearable in too short of a time… but for now, as long as everything was light and non-threatening to his mental state, Desperado couldn’t help but admit he was having a good time. As long as it was nice and slow - socializing, although it appeared to come naturally to him, was as much as a facade as everything else was. That, or everything he said was simply a half truth or a lie. Maybe he was good at talking, but not so much at talking the truth.
”I’m afraid I’m cursed in other ways, ones that a kiss can’t fix and will only make worse. I appreciate the offer, though,” he mused, a deep rumble stuck somewhere in his chest that vaguely resembled a chuckle but could moreso be compared to a purr. ”Desperado, by the way. Most call me Des, though.”
It was high time he introduced himself. There wasn’t any weaseling out of this one, not when he was trying his damn hardest to be polite and to get to know people more than by their looks.
But the attention was promptly returned to him, and Des’ gaze remained warm regardless of his unwillingness to give Hawke any positive reaction towards his attempts. He seemed to get the message, if not the whole context behind it, and regardless if he stopped because he cared or because it didn’t seem worth the trouble, he let the topic drop. The advances ceased, and with that Desperado’s shoulders sagged in obvious, if minute, relief. The lopsided grin became less teeth and more smile once again, especially when Hawke’s further statements proved just how quick his mind and ability to entertain were. It was a welcome distraction. ”Pardon my manners but you don’t seem to be one who cares much about what’s socially acceptable. If you’re worth it then go right ahead and compliment yourself, and tell anyone too stuck up and worried about societal norms to mind their business.” Hell, flirting wasn’t his strong suite and he didn’t much like it, but compliments were free to give regardless of sexual or romantic interest. ”Gotta admit, you don’t look bad yourself. ‘S why I’d hate for you to waste it on someone like me.”
It seemed like he wasn’t done, though, and a sharp laugh that surprised even him escaped Des’ throat at the comment. ”I’ll trust you on that one - would hate to make the mistake of asking you to elaborate,” he didn’t want to or need to know what strange fetishes others engaged in when he was hardly interested in even the vanilla. ”I’m sure there’s someone out there for you to engage in it with, though. We’ve got an entire slew of people here who’s tastes are as vast as the damn ocean.”
He wasn’t sure if he was going to start regretting his life decisions any time soon, or if Hawke would become too unbearable in too short of a time… but for now, as long as everything was light and non-threatening to his mental state, Desperado couldn’t help but admit he was having a good time. As long as it was nice and slow - socializing, although it appeared to come naturally to him, was as much as a facade as everything else was. That, or everything he said was simply a half truth or a lie. Maybe he was good at talking, but not so much at talking the truth.
”I’m afraid I’m cursed in other ways, ones that a kiss can’t fix and will only make worse. I appreciate the offer, though,” he mused, a deep rumble stuck somewhere in his chest that vaguely resembled a chuckle but could moreso be compared to a purr. ”Desperado, by the way. Most call me Des, though.”
It was high time he introduced himself. There wasn’t any weaseling out of this one, not when he was trying his damn hardest to be polite and to get to know people more than by their looks.
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